We are devoid of all hope
From cradle to grave


I called out to Gods
And waited for the sign
The Gods are silent still

And the sign to be seen

The throne of Man

Bows to no lord
And pride swells within
And thus sickness is sown

Soon ripe and all abloom
For Lord and Lady, beggar and poor


[chorus:]
We have gathered here together
To see the Victor of the Earth

On his sacred brow, with great pride
He bears the crown
We have gathered here, forever

To see the Scepter that He holds
Without effort, firm as stone
O, His Hand did dethrone god


Once a morning is to dawn
With a terrible, whispered sigh

Loud as a thousand storms
An epitaph for the Proud


[chorus]